The last thing I heard was ‘Oh No!’. And then everything was black. Pitch black. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t see. Because of all the things on top of me. It started off as a normal day, me going to work to do my ordinary job and to start my life. Suddenly the alarm started going off when I was in the jar. And no time to get out. The jar broke and all the beads started coming out and toppling on top of me, and I was at the breaking point when someone- my savior pulled me out.
Sunday 17 September 2017
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Hi Natasha. I really enjoyed your story. You did a terrific job with the prompt. Your opening sentence really drew me in. You created a tense atmosphere - especially when you said 'everything was black. Pitch black' Great work.
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